Shaving and Socializing

I don’t mind shaving. I do not have facial hair, I have wires growing out of my face. So when I shave most of the time I’m not actually shaving, I’m just playing a tug ‘u war with hair. So I’m not really shaving most of the time, I’m just fighting and scraping, which I do not like. Same goes for socializing. Yes, socializing is often draining for me but usually worth it. What isn’t worth it is when I’m in a group and the people treat me/us like we’re invisible. I actually don’t consider this a social situation, I tend to call it nocializing. Of course these kind of situations (which I experienced just last weekend at a volunteering fundraiser) eat away at my morale.

A lot of people are not comfortable with my “in vivo” definitions (ie. a social situation being one where one has opportunity to socialize, and shaving being the actual act rather than scraping and getting nothing). But I’m a big fan of Jean-Paul Sartre, existence precedes essence. All this platonic bullshit we have to put up with in our supposedly “postmodern” world is just bewildering.